" And what are MtF and FtM?"Anne was wondering how many more questions were on the tip of Jessica'stongue."MtF means Male to Female. A man who wants t... be a woman, or a boy whowants to be a girl, like you," said Anne. "FtM is the opposite. That is forwomen who want to be men, or girls who want to be boys."It was clear that Jessica couldn't understand why some girls would want tobe boys. She was so happy as a girl.It seemed that Jessica had nothing more to say, at least on the subjects ofgender. She was really useless with names, but in situations like this she made an extra effort. And in any case, she had the kind of ditzy blonde girl’s smile to go with it, the one, that lets you get away with anything, including murder. “Maxwell, if I remember correctly,” she looked at the older guy, - who still wasn’t much older than forty - and smiled a kind of smile, that could have been described as shy, if it wasn’t for the place and the circumstances. “And, Ryan?”Ryan nodded. He was tall,. I took off his shirt and now we were both naked except for our shoes. I rubbed his dick back and forth between my legs enjoying the feeling of being naked and sexy and nasty in front of all these people. Huge turn on! We kept this up for another song when I felt someone slid up behind me. It was one of the guys William had introduced me to a while earlier, couldn't remember his name, and he was naked also. His dick was hard as a rock and poking me between my butt cheeks and rubbing me between. Then I heard him. Well, I heard his laugh. A deep chuckle, but slightly muffled. When the bald little man in front of me stepped to the side and waved me past, I could see him sitting behind a dark wood table, his face in his hands. His laugh had quieted, but his shoulders were still shaking. Looking around the room, I was sure that my jeans and layered t-shirts were way too under-dressed for this. While his left hand fell into his lap, his right hand moved back through his hair, messing it up.